[center][h3][color=808080]HAMMERHAND[/color][/h3]
[sup][@Lurking Krog][/sup][/center]
The large grizzled old orc snorted and snored up quite the racket stirring slightly resting his head upon the table where drool had been pooling around his face "[color=808080]-Huh? Wot?[/color]" Hammerhand blinked, groaning the hungover orc barely recalled the events of the night. Some lady showed up, or was that just a dream? Hammerhand scratched the back of his neck squinting hard, trying to recount his steps.

Surrounded by at least five empty tankards, resting a hand under his chin he mumbled and counted his fingers before giving up, heaving an annoyed sigh though he did at least recall the dent in the table was something to remember.

"[color=808080]Ha! Bloody ell' now I remember![/color]" the old orc grunted as he struggled to his feet, clapping a large hand on the rock man's shoulder "[color=808080]You nearly put my ead' through dat table![/color]" 

Hammerhand laughed heartily, slapping his knee "[color=808080]Can't say I've met a humie or whatever you is whose out drank me or beat me in a good old bout.[/color]" the large orc smelled of ale and vinegar, but he meant well genuinely impressed by Jørmund's tenacity. "[color=808080]I'd be glad to call ya me drinking brother.[/color]"